Hogwarts: Atypical Slytherin

Even more unreasonable than the "Monster Book of Monsters" that Hagrid asked everyone to buy is Team Meowth.

Members include Mr. Black and Hermione's new flat-mouthed cat. Miss Albert guessed that it must have some Garfield blood, after all, her three-petal mouth is really flat to the nose.

Unlike Mr. Black, the trusty kitten who played a little rougher, Crookshanks, Hermione's long-haired Garfield cat, didn't know how to show mercy to small animals.

Both cats stared at it with eager eyes, which made Ron check every moment to see if his mouse was still perfectly in his backpack.

Perhaps because of the arrival of Crookshanks, Mr. Blake's dried meat was consumed very quickly, as if a leopard or tiger were sharing its food with him. Within a few days, there was only The meat residue that was touched after the dried meat was weathered.

Crookshanks didn't gain weight at all! And Mr. Black's figure, no matter how fat he was, was invisible, it was just the difference between one lump of meat and another.

But the balls of meat can be big or small, and if they continue to grow bigger, she is really worried that Mr. Black will have some disease.

Out of good intentions, Miss Albert angrily cut off Black's fat cat's snacks: "I tell you, sir, you can't do this even if you have new friends!"

Mr. Black had a cat-like face, and through his big, furry head, she could even tell: "Baby, you are so ignorant and careless. This will make Daddy embarrassed outside." a feeling of.

"Cats eat meat, yes, I know." Crowney said, "But you ate too much!"

"Fanfan—" she pointed to her mouth, and then to Mr. Black's giant man whose neck was so big that his neck could not be seen, "turned into meat, yours, do you understand?"

Mr. Black, being a fat cat, must have understood what she said.

But he very carelessly patted her with his flesh pad to protest her behavior, and then left with a grin on his face.

"I'm doing it for your own good!" Just like every mother who thinks her child is overweight, Miss Albert feels that she has already borne the unbearable weight of her life at such a young age. "Have you found a wife? Found a wife Don’t you need to keep in shape? You’ll get sick!”

"Did you hear that??"

The crazy big cat took away the last bag of dried meat.

God, God knows what they are playing? !

Miss Albert's blood was rising. Although her purse could withstand the prodigal cat's torment for the time being, it was always bad to waste food. Unless Mr. Black fed it to Sylvan and the others - which is possible, after all, the wolves couldn't fit so much meat between their teeth.

Speaking of Sylvain - she hasn't visited them yet this month of school!

Or cats are more troublesome than humans.

"It seems that you went to visit them on my behalf, right? Uncle Black?" Miss Albert's expression became flattering, "I am really ignorant and wasted all your hard work."

Black Cat understood this time, stood up tall, rubbed her trousers, and motioned for her to go with them.

At the gate of the castle Crookshanks looked like he had been waiting there for some time.

"I really don't know how you got together." Miss Albert tried to look at Crookshanks' belly. It didn't look like a female cat...

"Is it because you are British cats?" She rolled her eyes involuntarily, and was happy that the two very strong-looking male cats did not fight as soon as they met, but instead became good partners. "It's good. , at least you won’t have to worry about it anymore.”

The two cats passed by the huge platform grassland in a familiar way and came to the edge of the Black Lake. The place where they met the unicorn last year was now curled up with a group of black dogs.

Seeing Mr. Black, it wagged its tail very perfunctorily.

Too dirty.

Miss Albert walked forward with her back bent, and from a distance, she and the dog were just mixed together. Once inside, she saw how battered the dog was.

There were stray black hairs hanging on the edge of his beard, and long, knotted black hair hung wildly on his eyebrows. He looked like he should be a terrier.

But he is also quite big. If we compare it to common dogs, he is about as big as an underage husky.

Just a little too thin.

He looked like he had been wandering for a long time, but Clowney had never seen him before.

"God, Mr. Black -" Crowney sighed, and the dog suddenly jumped up from the grass as if it had heard some forbidden password, preparing to hide in the bushes, and issued a whining warning. Voice.

"You have made such a dirty friend..." Miss Albert finished her sentence. The roots buried deep in the soil turned into vines, and the branches that emerged from the soil followed the soles of the black dog's feet. Almost instantly, the dog was pinned in place with a twine.

"It's so rare that a dog is so popular with a cat."

It is normal for cats to be popular with dogs. After all, no dog can ignore the fun of chasing a cat. But it’s rare for a cat to be able to see a dog without running away or fearing the risk of being bitten to death.

What's more, what about the battle-experienced Mr. Black?

Maybe this black dog belongs to the type that is only friendly to animals but not to humans.

"I didn't expect that the friends Uncle Black made were so unique." Miss Albert probably understood why the dog had been wandering for so long.

But bad dogs can be taught. As long as they are dogs, God, no one will fall at the feet of dog training master Albert! No, there is no dog!

The dog just bared his teeth, but did not pounce. He didn't seem to want to bite, he just didn't want to be approached.

Miss Albert's eyes rolled around, and her voice became thin and long: "Oh my god, oh, where did this good dog come from?"

She snatched the meat strips from Mr. Black's hand, and said to the dog, which looked quite old with its yellow teeth, "Tweet, twitch, twitch, is it delicious? Eat something delicious?"

It looked like the dog was touched.

His eyes became clear as the piece of meat approached, and Mr. Black's affectionate attitude towards him while sitting there also left a good impression on the dog.

Miss Albert rolled the branch into a collar, put it upside down around the dog's neck, and let him go before he could struggle.

"Step by step," she said. "Take your time, puppy."

the next day.

Miss Albert brought Mr. Black's cat food to him. Although he looked a little disgusted, judging from the cracked smile on his dog face, he should think it tasted pretty good.

A skinny dog ​​cannot eat too much at one go, otherwise it will easily die from starvation. The fragile stomach wall may be broken by suddenly looking at food after long-term hunger.

Even though the dog looked at her with the pitiful eyes common to dogs, Miss Albert refused his request for extra food very firmly and cruelly.

Day three.

Miss Albert brought him veal steak medium rare.

The dog began to refuse to eat cat food.

Fourth day.

"Why are you so picky about food? Dog?" Miss Albert stared at it crazily, and the male dog also stared directly at her. But he didn't attack her for this provocative action.

He may be a good dog.